My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, to sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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976 | 2021-09-14 06:45:35 | 84.80 | 98% |
841 | 2021-08-23 17:44:10 | 72.57 | 96% |